Because I am so thoroughly excited, I cannot wait until morning.
Mr. Manners and I just finished date numero tres and oh, kiddos, another doozie.
And we were fully clothed!
He likes British television. He can cook. Loves his wine. He knows a Mercedes is called a Merc.
Honestly (thus far), Mr. Manners is everything I've ever dreamed for in a man. Kinda freaks me out to think that he was actually in my kitchen.
Only up from here, kids. Only up.
Mas elaboration tomorrow. When I've had a chance to breathe.